Morning Meditation:
When I hit bottom, I accepted the pain of loss, but not the loss itself. My beautiful, beautiful alcohol had died.
Goodness gracious. How far I have traveled from my humble, drunken, drug-infused youth. From fifteen cent soda fountain cherry cokes after school at Prosser's Drug Store, a block from my high school in Hellertown, a bedroom community predominated by Bethlehem Steel Corporation employee families, I moved on to the college life expected of me. I can remember the first few bars which I entered, easily served yet underage, in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, home to my college, Moravian College and home to Lehigh University. The Tally Ho Tavern was a college bar and underage drinking was far from uncommon. Back then, in the late 1960’s, through the '70's and presumably still today.
(Sotto): Oh, god, save me from this! What's next? About his BA in English. Hey, Vatchi, know what the BA stands for? Boring Asshole. Christ, I hope this is just some cul-de-sac that he has entered and not another endless "Jim" story.
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 9)
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